That fine fever brought us here

Lambasted eyeballs

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh



What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers



You break out of a paper bag

And wake up on the street

Just kidding

You don't have to go



I asked him why the grass is blue

And stray boys don't go home

Why four a.m's so screwy

He says ' Sleep through it '



What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

What a gut pageant

Meat for the flowers



Not too special not too strange

Just the way I like 'em

You find an empty promise and stick by it



Not too pretty, not too sweet

Just the way I like you

When you kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me



Tell me another one

I could sit for hours

When anyone laughs

I know I'm a coward



What a gut pageant

We could play for hours

When we kiss the dirt

The orchids laugh, harder than me.